Part II

Ares watched, wide-eyed, as the huge man took a few more steps into the cell.

When Roselv had gained enough breath to speak, he pushed himself up onto his knees with effort, gasping, "You... you bastard!" Finally, he managed to get to his feet and he leaned against the cell wall, holding his right side, as if his ribs were broken. He took a few more breaths and then almost yelled in a hoarse voice, "You will pay!"

Roselv suddenly hit the wall again, bumping his head. Hard. The cell hummed with angry energy. It crackled and then snapped around the huge man.

Ares then realized he had been lashing out with his own jeweled strength.

In the time it took for Roselv to recover from the strike, the man had bent down, and gently pulled Ares up. The girl flinched, but immediately felt calmed once she looked into his eyes. They were a calming sky-blue. She felt entranced by them.

A snarl was heard from the corner of the cell and Ares felt a bolt of power be directed at the man. It hit him, she knew that much. But he didn't show it. Instead, he snapped his head around to face Roselv, who had a bloody bump on his forehead and then took a protective step in front of the girl.

Roselv couldn't believe this. The bastard wasn't even being effected by his attacks. He's nothing but a lowly slave. How could he have enough power to deflect? If only he had a controlling ring.

Oh, he thought. Then a malicious grin crossed his face. He laughed at the slave who had interrupted him, no matter how much it hurt.

Ares heard some shouts from the guards down the hall. She knew what Roselv had done; the coward. She tried building her own energy to strike him, but she was interrupted by a gruff, growling voice in her head.

You'll be okay. He said on a secluded thread; spear to distaff. Ares turned in astonishment to look into the eyes of her Savior once again. The light of the torch hit them so she could see a dangerous flicker light behind the blue, making them appear icy. Don't let them take you without a fight. You are never lesser than they are.

Ares was so grateful for his help, that she almost wrapped her arms around him. But footsteps were heard coming down the hall. It sounded like three guards and another, with swifter and lighter steps.

Suddenly, the man began to growl, as if in pain, and he bared his teeth. His long hair fell into his face as he hunched a little. The footsteps ceased and Ares noticed the three guards standing in the hall.

The Savior pushed her, abruptly, and she fell into a dark corner, out of sight.

"This man attacked me!" Roselv yelled to the men, as he favored his side. One of the guards lit a tongue of Witchfire, so as to see better in the dimly-lit cell. Two of the guards came into the cell and hauled the large man up from his bent position.

When Ares saw his face, he looked like something was causing him great pain, but he was trying to conceal it. However, as she looked into his face, she saw a quick flash in the man's sky-blue eyes. Something feral crept into them.

With a snarl, he wrenched his arm free of one of the guard's grips, throwing him to the corridor floor. Then he bared his teeth and with a nasty sound, thrashed the other guard to the ground. The man lay dazed on the floor and as the Savior was about to deliver the fatal blow, his knees gave out and he fell to them, with an agonized roar.

Ares almost ran to him, when a woman stepped into view. She was tall and slender, wearing a plain grey dress and she held her hand out, palm down.

Ares thought she saw a glint on the ring the woman wore, when the man who saved her let out an anguished cry.

"Chain him, and bring him back to his cell." The woman commanded in a cold and harsh voice. Slowly, the other two guards approached and apprehensively cuffed his wrists and ankles as the man futilely thrashed on the floor. These cuffs were all linked to a center chain, which had another chain that hung, so one could pull on it as if it were a leash.

Again, the man hissed in pain and it almost broke Ares' heart.

Finally, the guards hauled the man up with great difficulty and dragged him down the corridor.

The woman turned her attention to the remaining guard, who shakily got himself up from the floor and she mumbled something sharp. Roselv stepped towards the cell's opening, and asked snappishly, "Was that your slave?"

The Woman only delivered him a glare, and said icily, "Aren't you a blood male? You couldn't defend yourself against one slave?"her tone became biting, "No. You're too busy defiling little girls-defenseless girls." She ended it by giving him a searing look and he lowered his head in aggravated defeat. Roselv limped off with the remaining guard.

The woman waited until they were gone and then she sighed, annoyed, and turned around to face Ares; who thought she was invisible in the shadowed corner.

"Are you alright?" the woman asked like she was at her patience' end. Ares snapped back to what was happening and tried to focus on the figure before her. She managed to nod her head once.

"You're lucky Val escaped. He never was one that would stand for atrocities like those. Even if it is on a slave." The woman said, as she looked at Ares' torn shirt, and the white smooth skin that now showed under the torn cloth. She looked the girl in the eye and asked with a hard stare, "You haven't been a slave for long, have you?" Ares kind of looked at her and she felt like she would cry.

The woman sighed, annoyed and with a flip of her hand, made a jar appear onto her palm. "Here." She said as she poured a little out onto her palm and put her fingers in it. Ares jerked back when her hand came forward to her face. The woman made an annoyed sound that matched her expression, muttering "Hell's Fire," but then gently smoothed the substance on her hand into the girl's face.

"This will make the swelling go down and any scars you might have, go away. You'll want to be sold to a good owner tomorrow."

Ares thought she would cry again, but she fought off the tears. When the lady wiped her hand on a cloth from her pocket, she gave the bottle to Ares and said sharply, "You know Craft, correct?" Ares nodded once. "Hide this and use it when you get hurt like that again."

The woman stood up and moved towards the cell door. "Thank you." Ares managed to meekly say. The woman paused at the door, looked behind her quickly and then left. She used craft to shut and lock the door.

Ares watched as the bars swung shut and with that, her life. She lay down on the floor, her back pressed against the wall and began to cry. A small breeze came in and she pulled what was left of her shirt and skirt up tight and wept.

However, she was grateful for the intervention of the Blue-eyed giant. To him, she owed her life.

Yes, I know, I left you all with a cliff hanger. But how else am I to keep you remotely interested with this terrible yarn?

Thank you for reading, My Legions!